Wet

I wonder if this will be a record for the wettest December.  It might be the warmest as well.  The rain created a foggy mist.  The songbirds were unhappy because we did not uncover the dish feeders in the rain. The warblers turned to the suet which distressed the downy woodpeckers.  A bluebird mournfully examined the lid we put over the barkbutter balls.  Nothing bothered the white throats or the song sparrow.  They just kept kicking mulch looking for fallen seeds.  A hoodie drake passed by headed downstream.